I have a confession to make: I have been homeless for over 3 months now. “Everybody’s testimony should be spoken. I think everybody’s shame should be spoken,” Davis said. “Everyone should be a child and should grow up and have a chance at the American dream.” Im gonna share something with you now, my friends: up until today, I have been too proud, too ashamed to admit the reality of my situation.. But here I am, sitting on the floor of my local library - after spending literally the entire morning in a wild panic over where my son and I would be sleeping tonight. I have been homeless since July of this year. I lost my car last month. The struggle has been real, as they say. My son and I have been so fortunate - even though the ones I trusted the most have turned their backs on us, we have yet to spend a night on the street. We have yet to go hungry. I have found love, support, sympathy and empathy where I least expected it. I have received help from those I would have never dared ask for help before. I have forged stronger relationships with those who truly see and love me and my son. Through sheer determination I have remained in school and kept my grades at an acceptable level. I should start working again in a few weeks. In January, I was high. And then I was brought so low. Lower than I ever imagined possible. So low, I wanted to no longer be alive. I have questioned my worth. Had my character tested. But I held on to my integrity, I did not allow my Higher Self to be compromised. I am so proud of that. And humbled, because I didnt know how strong I was. Im still being made to prove how resourceful I can be. Ill be alright. Ill be more than alright. We will thrive. I am still learning my lessons. I am no longer ashamed.
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 22:55:16 +0000
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